#truman:open

[heartofdxrkness]

open starter | edward ngyma

Edward was hosting a trivia night at a local bar and had watched as a contestant walked up on the stage. “So you think that you can solve my riddles? Many have tried but few have succeeded. I can sneak up on you or be right in front of you without you knowing. But when I reveal myself you will never be the same. What am I?” He asks the person sitting down. 

[glowingstars]

as meredith slumped down onto the bar stool and gained the attention of the nearest bartender, she happened to catch the gaze of someone across the bar. who may or may not have witnessed her order 4 shots of vodka. for herself. “hey, don’t give me that look. you try working with a bunch of teenagers who don’t care about their education,” meredith spoke, downing the first shot easily and sliding the shot glass away from her.  “i have earned these,” she explained with a shrug of her shoulders, lips curving into a smile as she eyed the second shot. “you’re welcome to join. i’m always willing to hear from someone who’s had a worse day than i have,” she hinted, needing to hear about anything else to take her mind off her own tragic day.

[beautifuliisms]

Rapunzel ran her brush through her hair as she sat by a fountain. It was all rather romantic but really she was just tired of being stuck inside all weekend because she had to brush her dumb hair. She started to braid it when she noticed there were a few eyes on her. “You’d think no one had seen twenty foot hair before.” She grumbled. People here had no understanding of magic hair. 

[confideinmylions]

SOPHIE was a sucker for anything fun, but the halloween season called for dressing up. which meant shopping. she wasn’t the most up to date on her pop culture icons, but she still wanted to have a fun costume. “ how many different spins could i put on a fairy princess, ” she turned to the closest person, placing a small tiara on her head, “ before it’s considered too far? is fake blood and a pop star mic too much? ”

[floralrotarchive]

LORELAI    GILMORE.    ↷   an  open  starter. a  diner  somewhere.  time  up  to  mun.

      her jaw’s been clenched for so long, she fears it might actually be stuck that way. still, she can’t loosen up — not without total risk of verbally assaulting the genius who has been entrusted with taking orders in her section. coffee. lorelai had ordered coffee. what did he bring her ? a muffin. a bran muffin, at that ( a double offense, in her book ). then it was a fish. a whole fish ! with the eye and everything, all deep fried and — blech. she shudders just thinking about it. on his third trip, he brings coffee cake. closer, sure ! but not quite. ❝ you know what they say.. fourth’s time the charm.. ❞ lorelai had told him, her cheer half - assed & clearly forced. he turns away, happy to try again. his confidence, completely unearned & yet, somehow, unfaltering. thud. lorelai’s forehead drops to the table the moment she’s gone. he didn’t even leave the coffee cake. ❝ does anyone have a list of people who have murdered their waiters and gotten away with it ? i’m looking for heroes. ❞

[sixhargreeves]

“gross,” that’s the only word to leave ben’s lips as he stands in front of the entrance to the cemetery. feet shuffle uncomfortably where he is, his body acting like crossing the threshold would be some sort of violation against it. then, he glances over at the person beside him. “who thought it was smart to have a movie night where dead people are buried ?” 

[brckensculs]

J watched from behind the chain-link fence, the forgotten poles and building supplies leftover from the carnival on full display. Well, it would be such a pity to let that go to waste. Perfectly useable pieces. Finding a gap in the links, J squeezed himself through the crescent of broken metal.

It was only once he was through did he realize he was being watched. A grin spread across his face, bracing his arms against the fence. “Are you going to follow? Or not?”

open for all !

[bccpbccp-richie-blog]

Open starter

Richie was a big music fan. Like he had thousands of playlists on his phone, and each had hours worth of music, all different types. Today he was in the mood for the edgy grunge music of his teen/young adult years. The current hit was Touch me, I’m sick, by mudhoney. His head moved with the beat, he was engrossed in the music, and oblivious to the world around him, which wasn’t very good when you were grocery shopping.

Richie hadn’t noticed the person walking in his direction until his was too late, ramming into them with his cart.

“Oh shit, sorry about that.”

[ruinedcause]

         𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒   𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇   𝐀𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐄   sound   of   steps   entering   the   currently   vacant   garage.   sliding   out   from   underneath   a   car,   grease   stains   decorating   his   entire   face,   he   offers   the   person   a   curious   glance.   head   tilting   to   the   side,   oblivious   of   his   particular   resemblance   to   a   puppy.     ❛   sorry,   we're   closed   for   the   night,   ❜     he   manages   to   grunt   out,   much   like   everything   else   that   comes   out   of   his   mouth.   always   more   wolf   than   man.     ❛   is   it   an   emergency   ?   ❜

[bxbyisms]

“seriously, how hard is it to make a cup of coffee.” rachel muttered, checking her watch yet again, even though she’d been a terrible waitress too. when her cup finally came she smiled, payed and turned sharply, managing to run directly into someone and spill her pumpkin spice latte down the front of her outfit. “jesus!” she said, frowning.

[heartofdxrkness]

open starter | klaus

Klaus had been out for a run to get a bite to eat when he ran across someone who caught him teeth deep in someone’s neck. “Oh, well this is rather unfortunate.” He says before dropping the body to the floor, drained of all it’s blood. He wiped the blood from his lips before looking at the other, “Sorry I was feeling a little hungry.”

[faithfvlly]

bill d. -- > open

bill: why did the chicken cross the road ?

bill: to stand there like a dumbass right in front me.

bill: tell me your day is less fucked up than mine.

[idletragedy]

     ✳︎   /   𝙸𝚃'𝚂  𝙰𝚁𝙶𝚄𝙰𝙱𝙻𝚈  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙱𝙴𝚂𝚃  𝙳𝙰𝚈  𝙾𝙵  𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 —— y’know , a part from the days his two sons were born ( which he dreams about , a lot ). but none the less , today’s a day for the underdog. a lifelong dream of esteban’s —— to someday have an auto body shop that’s all his own —— is finally coming to fruition. in order to celebrate the occasion , truman is doing it up diaz style. a cook out ! come one , come all , down to GARAJE DEL LOBO. the wolf’s garage. there’s great food , great music , and a great esteban —— who is also offering killer deals on oil changes , inspections , & custom detailing. the party’s in full swing as esteban stands in front of his place , admiring the sign for what’s likely the 50th time that day. when footsteps approach , he pries his gaze away long enough to offer a warm grin. ❛ hola , ❜ the mechanic greets , beckoning the lively party taking place on his garage’s lawn ( & partially in the streets , oops ). ❛ come on in , come on in ! ❜ he welcomes , hundreds years worth of mexican pride clinging to every word he says. ❛ there’s plenty of food around back , & it’ll be at least —— i don’t know —— like an hour before someone bitches about the noise. make yourself at home ! mi garaje es tu garaje.  ❜

[beautifuliisms]

“Bye Shelby!” Persephone waved at her last student as she ran to her father’s arms. Finally the day was over. She pushed her cotton-candy pink hair behind her ear. She grabbed her bag and headed towards her car, thinking about what she’d make for dinner when she crashed into someone. “Oh gosh! I’m so sorry!” She said, stepping back and looking to see if she’d dropped anything, “Are you okay?”

[confideinmylions]

it had been a long day of classes, followed by hours of tedious work. it was not even dinner time, and CADY was exhausted. she yearned for a pick-me-up, resulting in her visit to the coffee shop. she was eager to hear her order called; she immediately jumped to collect it. but before she could even take a sip to wake herself up, she had collided with another patron. “ oh god, ” she groaned. she quickly turned to whoever fell victim. “ i’m the worst. i just wanted coffee, and now it’s all over the both of us… ”

[floralrotarchive]

CHLOE    PRICE.    ↷   an  open  starter. downtown  somewhere.  time  &  location  up  to  mun. 

      ❝ this is the bad place, ❞ chloe decides. ❝ it’s the only explanation that would make this island make any fucking sense. ❞ her opinion is unprompted, as it usually is. nimble fingertips idly toy with the bullets dangling from her neck ; the gentle sound of solid metal as it collides is more enough to entrance her, at least for a moment. blue anticipation swells in equally blue eyes. chloe looks around, only partially expecting something—anything—to happen. and.. squat. nothing. just a voice in her head, telling her to stop watching so much netflix. 

      a particularly irritating voice rattles off in the distance. chloe price, get back to work ! but it, too, prompts nothing. she doesn’t bother moving. eyelids fall shut, and blue waves lightly bounce as her head shakes. ❝ yeah, i’m definitely in hell. ❞